Winter Contest (Poetry) – Public Transportation

[Tau]

The theme for the coming season is Public Transportation, so set pen to paper and show us what can happen on a bus or train, in a taxi or on the plane, not to forget the ferry and rickshaw and any other mode of transportation.

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Entries:

Members are allowed one entry in the poetry contest. (You are welcome to enter our prose contest as well.) poetry entries should be submitted as posts to this thread. The competition is open to all members of Writer’s Beat, including staff.

Members are requested to refrain from commenting on entries in this posting thread. Please use the Winter Contest Comment thread instead. That thread will remain open throughout the posting period and afterwards, and members are encouraged to let entrants know what they thought of their entries.

Word Limits:

Poetry: 40 lines

Edits:

Once an entry has been submitted, it cannot be altered. Any work that is edited after it has been entered will be disqualified. If you feel you need to make a small alteration (a misplaced comma, a spelling error), contact a member of staff. If we feel your request is reasonable, we will make the correction on your behalf.

Close Date:

23rd December 2010, 12 midnight GMT

Judging:

Winners will be selected by means of a public vote, so you, the members of Writer’s Beat, will choose the winners.

After the closing date, a voting thread will be posted. Voting will commence on the 24th of December and close on the 30th of December 2010, 12 midnight GMT.

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Recognition:

The winning entries will be considered for publication in Writer's Beat Quarterly, subject to the approval of the editors. To increase your chances of getting published (whether you win or not), make sure your document is as error-free as possible!

Also, the member (or tying members) with the most votes will get to suggest the next contest theme!

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If you have any questions about the contest, contact a staff member and we will happily answer them for you. Now sharpen your pencils, fill up your inkwells and get writing. Good Luck!

[Juilingstar177]

The best public transportation is our feet!
Well, I think it's bad choice anyway..because even after removing two sub-chapters and a whole one chapter, it exceeds 40 lines and feels uncompleted.

Different stories (chapter 1)

I
Beside'm, I left behind
the looming building behind
and glanced my eyes a new world
shaping twirling sliding wide
The road lead me,
Ahead never lands
Beside'm, I left behind
A looming world behind

I raised m' head and looked with ears
mouth, nose and eyes
The smell of smok'en rushing through trembling roads
chatters 'o bird drowns babbles of peoples
and peepul old with his rounding branches
The last piece of nature
I looked beyond through those painting
but the smell of smok'en rushed through
twinkled the nose
made me sneeze
and the grateful love of god's nature
drowned under these

II
I raised m' head and looked with ears
mouth, nose and eyes
and saw a' man workin'
and another loiterin'
A brother-sister playin'
and those dogs brakin'
A play of different character
playing to please the audience
tryin' so hard pleasin'
but some loiter around failin'
and suddenly, I stop' and looked
beyond those deceiving eyes'

III
I went further, further each turn a new
saw new world on those trembling god’s hand

achin’ for the feel of soil
behind those cemented roads…

And then I felt behind lapse of time
memories never seen,
Trees long, with thousands years
and a achin’ axe
and a pour of poison
devastated

And with a similar contrast
I saw a youth,
Imperfect with past fates
and suddenly his unfelt faces
Told me different stories
of fate of god and him, destroyed

[Zabobula]

Here is my entry:

Point A to B

2.75 single ride ticket slides in between a metal surface
A beeping sound signals the readiness of the rounded cylinder-like turnstiles
An automated female voice cries out alarming all those in the area

Dual headlights can be seen off in the distance
The agonizing scream of wheels brushing against the rails become louder
A blast of wind sweeps old newspapers from the ground
Endless round rectangles of glass speed by showing the interior of its structure

It does not halt, it keeps going

This kinetic force does not stop as the normals do
It roars down the metal path towards a further destination
The people hear its sound ,expecting it to be something its not
They are angered when it is not what they were expecting
Those already inside it laugh as they continue along

But finally hope has been restored, what the people have been waiting for
It comes screaming in like the one before it, old news gets to fly again
And the people get on, and it goes on... from Point A to B.

[gloryia]

The bus disappeared from view,
and you disappeared too,
snug on board, your case packed
in the luggage hold,
never a look back, after your brief goodbye.

And I, standing alone, watched
as it took you from me,
wondering should I ever see you
again, hear your voice,
hold you close, see your smiles?

Yes, I remain
foolish, I still believe all your lies?